Walkerton Independent, Volume 62, Number 9, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 23 July 1936 — Page 2

Synthetic Gentleman By Channing Pollock Oopyrf«hL Channtnr Pollock WNU Servite*.

SYNOPSIS The Duke, a pleasant, likable youth of twenty-three, jobless and broke, enters an unoccupied summer home in Southampton, seeking shelter from a terrific rain storm. He makes himself at home. Six years ago his father had died in China, leaving the lad, Barry Gilbert, to fight his way back to the States. He did not recollect ever having had a mother. Dozing at the fireside, he is startled by the arrival of a butler, Willetts; a chauffeur, Evans; a cook and a maid. He learns that the son of the owner of the house. Jack Ridder, whom the servants had never seen, is expected. He decides to bluff It out His supposed parents have left for Germany. Next morning he Is given a letter for his "'mother.” He opens it and finds a message from the real Jack, saying he could not come, and returning a hundred-dollar bill. The boy s father had pensioned him Into obscurity. Barry pockets the money, intending to return it later. He orders Evans to take him to Montauk, intending to disappear there. On the way he assists Judge Hambidge and his daughter, Patricia, whose car had broken down. Believing he is Jack Ridder, she invites him to dinner the following Thursday. Barry returns to Southampton, deciding to stay a bit longer. CHAPTER ll—Continued 4— He caught Mr. Crowell inspecting the tag sewn onto the back of his waistcoat. Well, that was all right, and, of course, nothing could be wrong, when the trousers were to be sent by parcel post to “John Clarke Ridder, Jr.” at Southampton. Before the Duke departed, Mr. Crowell had secured orders for a sack suit and evening clothes. “Charge ’em to my father,” the Duke said, and Mr. Crowell answered, “Certainly, and I’ll let you know when we’re ready to try on.” This procedure, and those following at the haberdasher's and the shoemaker’s, ruffled the Duke’s conscience far less than the hundred-dollar bill had done. ’Til pay it all back some day,” he thought, without asking himself how. On the return trip to Southampton, It struck him that he’d got a pretty extensive wardrobe for one dinner party, “Well,” he argued, “suppose I do stay a month. I might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb, and nothing much can happen before my father’s return — unless the real John Clarke Junior changes his mind about writing to Bad Nauheim.” Os course, the Judge might write—to felicitate the old man on having made it up with his boy. What then? That wouldn’t tell them that this wasn't the same boy. StlU it might be safer to hint to the Hambidges that the Ridders were going to wander about a bit before arriving at their destination. The Duke leaned back in the Long Island Railway’s best parlor car, and opened a newspaper he had bought at the station. Almost Instantly, he saw his new friend’s name again. “Jefferson Street Condemnation Just Another Grab,” the headline ran. “Civic Association Brands Proceedings Before Judge Hambidge as Bare-faced Loot of City Treasury.” “They’re certainly making it hot for him,” Barry mused. He wouldn’t have read the story, but for its reference to the Judge. Even so, he read it very casually. Somebody wanted to turn a side street Into a boulevard. That Involved buying a lot of property. And the property owners weren’t willing to sell for what the city was willing to pay, so “condemnation proceedings had been instituted"—whatever they might be—and Judge Hambidge was to fix the value of the ground and bouses. “Who really owns this property?” the Civic association asked. The corporation that held title was an obvious stalking-horse. It had been formed, and had purchased the land, and buildings, only a few months before the beginning of municipal Interest in Jefferson street. And it was demanding a million and a half for “a few relics of a better day in this neighborhood that would have been dear at half a million.” Tammany’s paw was visible in the whole transaction, according to the Civic association, and the Impending decision called for I prompt action from individuals and ' organizations aware that Judge Ham- : bidge was a Tammany judge. “Prompt action?” Swell chance’ Who cared? Plainly, the tax payers didn't, and Barry wasn’t even a tax- . payer. As a couple of million other ' citizens were to do that evening, he ’ dismissed the whole matter from hi? mind, and turned the page, looking t for a good murder. Reaching home, he went straight to ' the library. The winter covers had been removed from the furniture now, and the place was bright and shining. The Italian box had been tilled with cigars. Bending over to get one, the Duke’s gaze fell upon an envelope addressed to his other self. A radio message! Hls fingers stiffened. The Judge hadn’t waited to write. Damn Marconi! Feverishly, he tore open the wrapper. “Just to let you know that I am j very happy stop couldn't sleep last I night for thinking of you home at last stop can’t tell your father yet stop please please try to spend summer in such away as to make reconciliation possible stop praying for word on arrival stop God bless you and love. •'Mother." ' For once, the Duke didn’t grin. “She didn’t care what it cost,” he Baid, but there was no humor In that comment. He was picturing a hurried, heart-hungry woman, slipping furtively up to the wireless room, and handing in this message herself, so that no steward should unwittingly betray her. The first word she had been able to smuggle to the boy In years “It’s been killing your mother,” the Judge had said.

The Duke touched a button, and Willetts came. “Where’s Evans?” “In the garage, sir. With his wife.” “Ask him to run me down to the village. I want to send a telegram to my mother.” “I can telephone It, sir.” “Thanks; I'd rather hand It In." “Very good, sir. The car'll be here In a minute or two, sir. And I’ll hold dinner.” Barry never thought any harder than he did during that short ride. What could he say that would make his mother still happier, and yet mean nothing if the message fell into the hands of that hard, old man? In all probability, his father knew the house had been opened. Must know, since he had forbidden Evans ffl ’’dbw Fir* A Radio Message! His Finger* Stiffened. to bring his wife. Well, then, suppose the telegram were signed ''Willetts,’’ but contained a reference that would identify the real sender—to her, and to no one else? “Radio received,” he wirelessed at last. “Will do my best. Writing. Willetts." She would understand. The reaction came after dinner. “Maudlin, that's what I am,” thought the Duke. “Just because I get a messaged signed ‘Mother.’ The first one I ever got” “Damn fool trick — sendlrg that wireless. Sooner or later, she's going to find out It was fake, and then what good will I have done?” Thursday's dinner started off on the wrong foot The Duke wore his new flannels and his old gray coat. It was not a warm evening, but he had nothing else to wear. His father’s apparel was much too tight. He could see Patricia taking him In. She was lovely In cherry-colored crepe de chine, and the Judge immaculate in black tie and dinner jacket “You said we could fight things out on the tennis court,” the Duke apologized, “and I'm afraid that stuck in my mind. The truth is my luggage hasn’t turned up, and I had to wear anything I could find.”

“You should have worn a strip of bunting, and brought boxing gloves,” the Judge laughed. “If you and Pat are going at it as you did at the club.” “What would happen if we agreed about anything?" asked Patricia. “I'd be wrong. Miss Hambidge; I’d be wrong!" The retort was no more his own than the shirt on his back, but he was rewarded for it by an appreciative flash in the girl’s eyes. But they couldn’t agree. How was it possible, the Duke asked himself afterward, to be so fascinated by a young woman who opposed his every Idea and utterance? And so—well, so cockily. As though It amused her to be Irritating. The girl chattered about everything. Hard-boiled. A modern, and proud of It. Why should people be proud of being “modern”; a state, like kingship. that you achieved merely by being born? And, so far as modernity was a point of view, why preen yourself because you didn't believe in anything except your own right to be happy? This girl had had no contact with life. Walled about in a pleasant garden. she delivered herself of smart, brittle opinions of conditions she had never experienced, people she had never seen. But you couldn’t help liking her. And it began to be evident that she liked him. “You're different, at least,” she said. “Different from any other man I know. Really not a bit like a rich man’s son.” “I’ve been on my own a good while," he reminded her. “Yes,” she answered. “You’ve something to talk about. When my set’s through with golf, bridge, the stock market, and the night clubs, it's through I” Barry learned a good deal about his adopted father that night. And, when Patricia left them for a few minutes, the Judge repeated, "He’s certainly no sentimentalist —that gentleman. We’re supposed to be friends, and Ids paper goes on attacking me. The Civic association —that’s nothing on earth but The Globe. And now they’re all at It. Talking about my taking orders from Tammany. Generally, it wouldn’t matter, but this Jefferson street business has got everybody so worked up, it’s all a man’s career’s worth just to be caught nodding to a District Leader.” Barry nodded. “Did you ever speak to the old man?” “Just a few days before he left. Tm running my newspaper for the public,’ he said.” “What’s the use of stopping one paper?” Patricia inquired, entering the room. “The others would keep right

on. Did you ever read any of the things they wrote about Abraham Lincoln? Be a brave old gentleman, and don’t let it bother you.” She laughed, but her eyes were very tender as she laid her hands on the Judge's shoulders. “That’s why I like her,” thought the Duke. “Because I see what she’d be If somebody scraped off the enamel. She’s got the makings of some girl!” It was after midnight when Barry climbed into his car, calling back, “Remember, you’re dining with me next Thursday!” “You certainly took father out of himself,” the girl had remarked to him. “He’s been frightfully depressed.” “Let’s see a lot of one another,” the Duke had rejoined. "I’m lonely as an oyster in a church stew. Why not come to my place next Thursday?” “All right. And we’re having house guests over the following week-end. The Winslows. My mother was Mrs. Winslow’s sister. Peter's a prominent lawyer, and it won't hurt you to know him. And I’ve got an old school friend coming from Boston. Will you dine with us again that Friday?” “I'll board with you. If you ask me!" Barry replied exuberantly. “But that lets me out,” he vowed, on the way home. “This can’t go on forever. Something’s sure to break, and I don't want it to break anywhere near that girl. W hat she learns when I’m gone won’t hurt either of us, but—Gosh—l'd hate having to face her after she’d found out the truth!” However, Southampton was not only ruining his “appetite for baked beans”; it was ruining his taste for the open road, and rough-necks. Standing before the mirror, In faultless evening dress, on Thursday, he thought the thing out. “If I can't get a white-collar Job with these clothes, and the new feeling this thing has given me, I'm a wash-out. I'd like to make good now. Darned if I know why, but I would!” He made up his mind to go to town the next day, and have another try at It. "I’ll take a shot at the movie studios,” he said. “There ought to be something in heroes for a young fellow who looks like that.” He was still contemplating himself in the glass, with a view to his picture possibilities, when the Hambidges arrived. On the whole, It was a very successful evening. The Judge seemed even more worried than he had been a week before, but Barry's good humor was irresistible. Patricia had asked about his experience In Florida, and he found himself combining purely imaginary adventures there with anecdotes of park benches and the flop house in New York. He told of arriving, penniless at Southampton and of the providential hundred-dollar bill that came addressed to his mother. Truth and fiction blended so wonderfully, and seemed so real. The Hambidges went home early, but in much better spirits than they had brought with them, and Patricia paused at the door to remind him of their engagement for the following Friday. “You’ll have to come the week after that, too,” she said. “My Boston friend can't get here next week, and she’s especially anxious to meet you.” Patricia must have written about him, then. By Golly, he would get that job—if only to show her that he could do something better than dance. It was twenty minutes later before the Duke realized suddenly that the exigencies of the situation weren't going to allow bis showing Pat anything but a clean pair of heels. Barry’s first two days in town were fruitless. There weren't many studios In New York, and they didn't seem to be doing much. "Acting isn’t a man's job, anyway,” said the Duke. "Painting your face, and putting a feather in your hat I l'm going to look over the ‘Business Opportunities’ in the newspapers.” Most of them were opportunities to part with a little money. But Barry didn’t give up hope. (TO BE CONTINUED) Goose Was Established in Europe Ahead of Man The goo<»e goes far back Into antiquity as a provider of food as well as feathers. It was already established In Europe before man came along, and with the possible exception of the common hen. was probably the first bird domesticated. Four thousand years ago It was regarded as a sacred bird in Egypt, though in s»o far as that may translate Into tribute It must be discounted by the fact that the Egyptians early made It a habit to multiply their stock by sacred birds in species. There are references to geese In some of the Sanskrit writings, and In the tombs of Luxor figures of geese are included among the decorations. The Romans considered goose liver a great delicacy, and enormous numbers of the birds were placed In pens and forcibly fattened by cramming. It was probably some of these geese whose loud alarm saved the Roman capital from the attack of the Gauls in the Fourth century, B. C. In Pliny’s time geese were driven across Europe In flocks from France and Belgium into Italy. And Pliny adds, “Messalinas Cotta, the son of Messala, the orator, discovered the method of cooking the webs of the goose's feet, and frlcasseeing them In small dishes along with cocks’ combs.” The Celts are reputed to have the largest responsibility for popularizing the goose; from them the Romans learned the art of filling cushions and mattresses with the feathers to mak<

IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By REV. HAROLD L LUNDQUIST. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. (J) Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for July 26 CHRISTIANITY SPREAD BY PERSECUTION LESSON TEXT—Acts 7:59-8:4; I Peter 4:12-19. _ , GOLDEN TEXT—Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.—Revelation 2:10. . PRIMARY TOPIC—A Man Who Was Not Afraid. . . JUN fOR TOPIC— Stephen the UnafraKL INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOI IC —Persecution, Then and Now. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC —Modern Forms of Persecution. Leaders of contemporary thought and observers of modern life decry the evident decadence of old-fash-ioned virtues. Our times are too materialistic, encouraging young people to strive for worldly success rather than high and noble character. In a time when expediency is the ruling principle, it is well for Chris- | tians to emphasize the fact that folj lowing Christ has through all the ; years called for that loyalty to coni victions which has caused some who I bear his name to be willing to die ; for him, yea, even to live and to i suffer for him, for sometimes it may be harder to do the latter than the former. True followers of our ; Lord are willing. I. To Die for the Faith (7:54-8:1). Stephen, one of the first seven chosen as deacons of the church, “a man full of faith and of the Holy Spirit” (6:5), having been called before the Sanhedrin to answer false charges (6:8-15), faithfully stands for the truth. His indictment of Israel cuts to the heart. In anger his hearers stone him to death. He becomes the first martyr of the Church, that holy succession which has representatives in the young manhood and womanhood of today, ready, like Jolin and Betty Stam, to die rather than to deny Christ. Note that in this hour Stephen was given a vision of his risen and ascended Lord (v. 55), standing at the right hand of God to welcome his faithful servant. He prayed for those who took his life (v. 60). How gloriously that prayer was answered in the subsequent life of the young man Saul, who was "consenting unto his death.” Not to all who follow Christ comes the need to face death for him, but all should be determined. 11. To Live for the Faith (8:2-4). The early Church found that living for Christ entailed bitter persecution. Not even the sanctity of their homes was inviolate. Their persons and property felt the hard hand of havoc-making Saul, yet we find no intimation of complaint. Soon they were driven from home and scattered abroad, but the result was the establishing of gospel ; centers wherever they went. Living for Christ calls for daily witness, for more than steadily bearing the responsibility of life. Not to preachers and Bible teachers alone is this sacred duty given, to be discharged only in a church service or Bible school. No, "they that were scattered abroad”—all of them went "everywhere.” They were not merely reforming or devoting their lives to social service, good as these might have been, but "preaching : the word” (v. 4). Are we who are now “scattered abroad” going “everywhere,” and are we “preaching the word”? The passage from First Peter that closes the lesson indicates that true believers will be called upon. 111. To Suffer for the Faith (I Pet. 4:12-19).

1. We are not to be surprised by suffering (v. 12), not even by fiery trials, for blessings will follow'. The Lord proves his children, even as the refiner tests gold to cleanse it, to prove its worth, and not to destroy it. God’s testings are to prove us worthy.

2. We are so to live as not to suffer for our misdeeds (w. 15, 16). Many are they who would have the world believe they suffer for Christ's sake when they are but meeting the just recompense for their evil deeds. It is a shame to suffer as an evildoer, but an honor and privilege to suffer for Jesus’ sake.

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